June 16, 2008

White Dog did not like the first 100-degree day of the summer. She lay under the swamp cooler's airstream in sort of a torpid stupor most of the day. White Dog had a little burst of energy when Steve got home this evening--she went out while he fired up the grill and played a few quick rounds of blue ball. But White Dog soon brought ball back inside and drank deeply to rehydrate. Then she laid down in a comfy spot to await dinner.